Somehow these characters' personalities work perfectly when meshed in a high school environment. Go figure

RIIIIIIIIING

Students flooded into the halls. People dove for their friends and lockers, dodging shoulders and fallen backpacks. A few ghosts floated near the ceiling.

"Did you hear?"

"Seriously?!"

"That's crazy!"

Through the whispers pushed Tucker Foley and Sam Manson. They headed to their lockers, each glancing at the door between theirs. From behind them came a barely audible sigh.

"No way! I can't believe it!"

Sam tossed her head, glaring at the freshmen. He ducked and fled.

"It's no use, Sam," Tucker pointed out, slamming his locker shut with his shoulder and leaning on it. "High school is a rumor breeding ground."

"Might as well try," the goth growled, glaring so fiercely at a whispering group of girls they abruptly went silent before hurrying away.

"It's my fault anyway."

Tucker rolled his eyes at the voice. "Dude, she would've told everyone if you didn't."

An invisible Danny somewhere to the left huffed. "Not without twisting the details."

"Did you have to challenge her like that?"

"Duh! It's Ember! We don't exactly get along!"

"What's your next class?" Sam interrupted, shoving her locker closed and slowly walking down the hall. Tucker ran to catch up.

"Um..." The sound of papers being shuffled was heard. A schedule, given by Lancer last class, blinked into visibility. "Looks like they signed me up for gym?"

"Why would they do that?" Tucker asked, peering over a hypothetical, though probably intangible shoulder, studying the schedule Danny held aloft. "They still think you're a ghost. You don't need to do pull ups."

"Well, I think it's a great idea!" Sam snatched the schedule. "Sounds like a great way for the ghosts to blow off steam."

"Speaking of which..."

Sensing that their friend had stopped, Tucker and Sam warily looked around, stopping as well. Standing a way aways was Dash and his clique. They were all eagerly talking to none other than Johnny Thirteen.

"Oh yeah, Phantom and I know each other all right." Johnny smirked. "I guess you could say we've...worked together before."

"Oh, that's so cool!" Paulina gushed. She fluttered her eyes, offering the ghost a flirty grin. "What else do you know, handsome?"

Johnny, to his credit, held up his hands. "Whoa now, I have a girlfriend."

"Really?" Kwan glanced around. "Is she here?"

"Yep. Probably went off with her friends." Johnny chirped, grinning. "Kitten's always been the social butterfly."

"And what does that make you?" Star asked curiously.

Johnny winked. "A ladies' man."

Cue Paulina metaphorically swooning. Johnny's smirk only grew. He started to speak until another kid accidentally bumped into him.

"Yo, watch it!"

"S-sorry!" the kid gasped, backing away. His grey eyes had widened considerably. Johnny's smile had suddenly become malicious.

"Well if it isn't Poindexter! Having fun being a high school dweeb again, Poindork?"

The black and white ghost winced. Dash's eyebrows went up. "Isn't he going to fight back?" he asked, giving Poindexter a frown.

"Nah." Johnny leaned down to Poindexter's hight and casually flicked his forehead. "Guy's a wimp even after death. Isn't that right, Poindweeb?"

Poindexter flinched, bowing his head submissively. "Y-yes."

Dash's eyes were now radiating respect for this new ghost. He grinned at Johnny, cracking his knuckles. "How about I show you how bullying is done in this day and age?"

"Normally I'd be offended, but great minds do think alike. He's all yours." Johnny smirked and leaned against the wall, casually watching Dash back a terrified Poindexter into the corner. Right as the jock's fist went up, a hand grabbed it. Dash whipped around with a heated glare only to find blazing green eyes boring into his own.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Phantom hissed.

Dash's mouth fumbled, but no words made it out. Suddenly he was shaking. Was his hero mad at him?

"Ah, Phantom, there you are! Go on, show these humans how it's done!" Johnny waved a hand, looking quite smug.

"The hell?" Phantom let go of Dash, spinning around to face the taller ghost. "I'm nothing like him!"

"What are you talking about?!" Poindexter wheezed. He glared at Phantom through his glasses with sudden hatred. "You're just as much a bully as everyone else here! Don't bother denying it!"

Dash gaped at Phantom. His hero...his number one role model...was a bully?

Awesome!

"Aw yeah, man! High five!" Dash lifted a hand, beaming. Now he had something in common with Phantom besides being fitness buddies! It was only a matter of time before they were best friends! Phantom would join the football team, and then they'd win state! It was going to be epic!

Phantom's eyes were cold as he regarded Dash. "And to think I actually unshrunk you," he muttered, pushing past Dash and stomping down the hall, vanishing behind Danny Fenton's two loser friends. They both glanced at each other, frowning.

"You two!" Poindexter screeched. "You were with him! You're bullies! You're all bullies!"

This sudden rant was silenced by a boot. Specifically, Johnny's, and his foot was still in it. Poindexter was now on the floor, and his glare melted into fear as he regarded the biker leaning over him.

"You got something to say, punk?" Johnny pressed harder, making Poindexter wince. "Want me to tell these humans about graduation requirements?"

"Oh, please, no! Anything but that!" Poindexter pleaded.

"Then scram!"

The grey ghost happily obliged, scrambling to his feet and running away. Johnny watched him with a frown before catching Dash's eye.

"Too bad. I guess we'll have to stick to just plain humans. Swirlies still a thing?"

Dash, now recovered, grinned. "You bet."

"Show me your favorite targets," Johnny strode down the hall, "and I'll show you the markings of a true pro."

He paused next to Tucker, grinning unpleasantly as his shadow fell over the geek. Suddenly Tucker's PDA fizzed and died.

"Hey!"

"Wasn't my fault." Johnny shrugged, loping backwards down the hall. "Must be your bad luck!"

"Oooo, Bad Luck Tuck!" Paulina whispered sagely.

"Oooooo!"

"Shut up!" Tucker snapped. His ears were burning red. Sam quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him away, pressing a backup PDA into her sullen friend's hands.

"Come on, we've got to get to Bio before the bell rings and tell Mr. Falluca Danny's sick. You don't want the school calling his parents asking if he skipped, do you?"

That sent them both speeding down the halls as fast as their feet could carry them.

Short chapter is short, and so is someone's temper

Hey I'm liking where this is heading. Next up is gym, and you're gonna be surprised! :P